Chaotic Qin

"Are they all still alive? No one was injured, right?!" Qin Zichu immediately let go of Ying Zheng, and was so excited that he grabbed Qiao's collar and asked.

Qiao moved uncomfortably, with frightened eyes.

He thought that he failed to prevent those lunatics from the Mohist school from destroying the palace and annoyed Mr. Chu, who asked if they were alive to punish them.

Qiao immediately collapsed on the ground and shivered, unable to utter a word.

When Qin Zichu saw Qiao like this, his face turned pale, and a shadow cast over his heart.

He couldn't help urging: "Hurry up!"

Qiao's voice was trembling out of tune: "Young Master Hui, the Mohist disciples are all well, only some people were slightly injured, but, but the palace is almost completely collapsed."

As soon as he heard that everyone was fine, Qin Zichu's face instantly returned to normal.

He loosened Qiao's collar, showed a happy expression, and said in a low voice: "It's good that people are okay, someone is better than anything."

Ying Zheng held Qin Zichu's palm from behind and pulled him to his chest.

The tall and explaining chest supported Qin Zichu's body from behind, and after he gasped for a while, his complexion finally returned to normal.

Qin Zichu shook Ying Zheng's palm, squeezed it hard, and said in a low voice, "I'm fine."

Ying Zheng gave a soft "hmm" and didn't say much.

He thought in his heart: What is this "explosion" that is so amazing that it can make Qin Zichu, who is far more knowledgeable, suddenly change his face?

Yingzheng couldn't help but follow Qin Zichu to focus on the Mohists who were about to meet.

Seeing that Master Chu didn't say a word about the collapsed palace, he also understood that Master Chu had no intention of punishing him.

He said nimbly: "Young master, please take care. This... there is only a row of low houses left in the courtyard. The gentlemen are not willing to move them anyway, so they are squeezed together. In those few rooms—gentlemen don’t let slaves bring people to repair the palace.”

Qin Zichu nodded, not taking this matter to heart.

But Qin Zichu thought playfully: This Mohist kid got off the hook and almost buried himself alive, but escaped from death and wanted to study the results of the explosion?

They must not give up the intellectual property rights of gunpowder!

Qin Zichu couldn't help but put a smile on his face, turned to Ying Zheng with great interest and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to see the power of knowledge."

Ying Zheng was used to Qin Zichu's frequent outbursts of surprise.

When Qin Zichu said this, Ying Zheng was also interested, and immediately nodded to follow.

Under Qiao's leadership, the two crossed the last obstacle and appeared in the courtyard where Zeng Hu and others lived.

The majestic palaces in the original text have been completely turned into pieces of rubble of different sizes and shapes, the carved beams and painted buildings have been completely razed to the ground, and there are scattered clods of soil that have been overturned by huge energy, and the gardens that originally grew beautiful flowers Completely replaced by scorched earth.

Now, it is not at all obvious that this was once the most extensive and beautiful courtyard of the Yong Palace Annex, but more like a completely abandoned capital after being captured.

Ying Zheng was completely stunned by the scene in front of him.

He couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, but his thoughts had drifted far away to what Qin Zichu once said, "After you die, the Qin Dynasty will perish within a few years".

Ying Zheng thought to himself: If our Great Qin Dynasty perishes, I am afraid that both the Xianyang Palace and the Afang Palace built later will turn into this dilapidated scene with the demise of the dynasty, right?

"No, there is a problem with your ratio! Just now there was no way to fry non-clays - what's the use of burning them in vain?" A small man with a dark, thin complexion and an angry face jumped three feet high, grinning and staring. Looking at Zeng Hu on the opposite side.

He raised his hand and slapped Zeng Hu hard on the head, angrily said: "You can understand after saying it a few times, this is to plow the land for the farmers! What's the use of the frozen soil in winter that can't be blown up?! You are in charge Can the family afford to raise cattle?"

Qin Zichu followed the voice and saw that Zeng Hu was no longer as neat and tidy as when he was in front of him, and his beard was extremely unkempt.

He stepped back a few steps to let the black and thin man chase him away, and shouted back: "Can ordinary people afford saltpeter and sulfur? It's not that Mr. Zi Chu just spends it for us, and we just waste it all day long." Otherwise, let me see if you are hungry now, and continue to lead everyone to dig wild vegetables in the wild!"

Zeng Hu didn't take a few steps, his eyes met Qin Zichu's.

Qin Zichu smiled gently, and bowed to him.

All of a sudden, Zeng Hu stumbled on his right foot with his left foot, and gnawed straight on the stone floor with a scream of "Aww".

His sharp jaw was broken in an instant, and bright red blood flowed down.

Σ(°△°|||) seems to be in pain.

But Zenghu didn't care at all, just wiped it with his sleeve, and knelt down in front of Qin Zichu gasping for breath.

He said with a dry smile, "Master Zi Chu, when did you come here?"

Qin Zichu gave Zeng Hu a disapproving look, then turned to Qiao and said, "Call the medical officer over to Mr. Zeng Hu for treatment."

Then, he turned his head to look at Zeng Hu, and nodded to the black and thin man who followed behind Zeng Hu and closed his mouth tightly as if he couldn't say a word.

Qin Zichu said gently but could not refuse: "75 parts of plant ash, [-] parts of sulfur, [-] parts of charcoal, you can get gunpowder. Enough gunpowder can collapse a solid city in an instant, but it is very easy to cause the terrible explosion in front of us if it is preserved. , please don’t do such a powerful and dangerous experiment in the palace hall on weekdays. Your behavior has already caused a great threat to the lives of other people.”

The dark and skinny man who hadn't said a word jumped in front of Qin Zichu in an instant.

He widened his narrowed eyes, and said in disbelief, "Aren't you the son of Qin, Mr. Chu? How do you know these things?"

Qin Zichu didn't answer the man's question, watching him whisper some common sense that all junior high school students understand: "Adding water to quicklime can cook eggs. The 'wild fire' I saw when I passed by Luanfenggang at night is white phosphorus."

A pair of small eyes of the black and thin man immediately lit up, and he kept nodding.

He simply sat cross-legged in front of Qin Zichu, and said with high interest but transparently: "Okay, Mr. Zichu knows a lot. I believe the ratio you said before. If you don't continue to do it in such a crowded place, you won't ask for it." There's a lot to say."

Qin Zichu suddenly felt that this group of Mohists were very straightforward and cute.

He smiled gratefully and said, "Thank you all. But Zi Chu still has other things to ask for."

"What's the matter? Mr. Zichu, please tell me!" With the previous foreshadowing, Qin Zichu said anything, and the black and thin man looked at him very pleasingly.

Qin Zichu briefly described the sand table to the man, and the man kept nodding his head, his eyes lit up, and he immediately muttered: "It's easy to do, easy to do, this is easy. However, it's really cool for Mr. Zichu to have such an idea." Surprised."

Ying Zheng rolled his eyes around the yard, seeing that the other people started talking from the black and thin man, and no one interrupted, he couldn't help squinting his eyes.

Ying Zheng suddenly said: "Since the giant has come to our Daqin, why should he remain anonymous as an ordinary disciple?"

As soon as he spoke, the atmosphere in the whole yard became stiff.

The expression on the dark and thin man's face changed. The enthusiastic expression of being obsessed with scientific research before had dissipated without a trace, and his whole temperament changed, showing a three-point deterrent momentum.

Ying Zheng seemed to find the change in the black and thin man's aura interesting, curling his lips and narrowing his eyes slightly.

He didn't even need to change his body movements, his eyes had already left cold sweat on the forehead of the black-handed man opposite him.

The dozen or so Mohist disciples who gathered together couldn't help but retreated behind the black-handed man, groping for his waist, as if pulling out a weapon.

Qin Zichu's eyes turned between the two who were silently proving their existence.

He directly raised his hand and knocked on the table three times, smiling with the same expression: "If you are interested, can you exchange feelings slowly later? Please let us get back to the topic."

Without giving Yingzheng and the Mohist disciples any time to object, Qin Zichu took the map handed over by the servant, and laid it on the table without any concealment.

He pointed at the new boundary between Qin and Zhao with his thin white fingers, and asked softly, "Where is General Li Mu?"

The servant knelt on the ground and replied softly: "The general will arrive within a quarter of an hour."

Qin Zichu nodded, and the servant immediately stepped back.

He raised his eyes to look at the black and thin man, and said without changing his expression, "I still don't know what your name is, sir?"

"Call me Jimo." The thin black man looked hesitantly at Qin Zichu who seemed to have no interest in his other identity. After hesitating for a moment, he sat back at the table and restrained his momentum.

Qin Zichu once again reiterated his point of view: "Mr. Zenghu must have told you the conditions for Zichu to recruit you to become disciples, so you all know what you should do and what I should do. I am not interested in your other identities. , as long as you don’t make trouble in the territory of our state of Qin, you can do whatever you like.”

Immediately, he pointed to the unexquisite map and said, "Can Mr. Jimo make these locations into a detailed sand table?"

Jimo saw that the map that was supposed to be the secret treasure of Qin was displayed in front of him so easily, but Jimo still felt very uncomfortable.

"...Is Mr. Zi Chu making the sand table for war? Our Mohist school advocates right and wrong." His expression was full of resistance.

Qin Zichu raised his head, looked directly at the dark and thin man in front of him, and said calmly: "That will not be included in the salary provided by Zichu, and the cost will be calculated separately."

"Master Zichu, this is different." Jimo shook his head, rejecting Qin Zichu again.

Qin Zichu laughed when he heard this.

He thought to himself: This group of technical geeks are quite principled.

But when the principles of the Mohist school were against him, Qin Zichu knew that he could smash the hopes of these dreamers with his own hands.

"Mr. Jimo, the general trend of the world will be divided for a long time, and it will be united for a long time. The unification of the world by my Great Qin is already an irreversible trend. Do you think that if the Qin Dynasty does not move, other princes will not move? Zhao Guo and Yan Guo There are constant wars, the Qi State was once attacked by other five countries, and there are constant disputes among the three Jin Dynasties! There will be no more peaceful days, and the people will suffer. They need to recuperate and live peacefully. People in troubled times." Qin Zichu's words were extremely serious.

When he got here, he let out a sneer, "I respect you all because the Mohists are all scholars who have the spirit of research and are very pragmatic, but your political views are more naive than Zi Chu, so don't get involved in things you don't understand. .”

"Okay, in Shangyanshang, are you willing to do the sand table for Zichu? If you don't want to, it will be assumed that Zichu has never made this request. I will immediately call craftsmen to do it when I go out. You will still study farming." Qin Zichu's tone resumed. Moderate.

But looking at Qin Zichu, Jimo couldn't help but sighed.

He said softly: "After finishing the sand table, those craftsmen are afraid that they will die, right?"

Qin Zichu smiled, but did not answer his question.

He knew that the Mohist disciples had already treated him as a smiling tiger, but Qin Zichu thought to himself: To be able to make such precious handicraft experts as sand tables, of course I will keep them as a resource for sustainable development.